Bankotsu's Harem

Disclaimer: I am not Rumiko Takahashi, I do not try to lay claim to Rimiko's work, nor do I gain pt fot for my story.

11. Breaking Ayame’s Spirit

Bankotsu entered the room, walking over to Ayame. She eyed him warily, but he simply ordered her to disrobe him. He was bleeding from a gash in his upper chest where Jakotsu had sliced him while sparring. Ayame cleaned the wound carefully, and bandaged it. She stood over him for a moment awaiting his next order, and she took in the masculine scent of him, she recalled images of him in bed with Kikyou, and felt herself getting damp between her legs. Bankotsu saw her breath in his scent, and close her eyes, he had a feeling if he felt her nether lips, that she would be slick for him. He smiled at the thought.

“Do you want me to touch you, slave?” He asked her, she blushed a furious shade of magenta, and shook her head vehemently. He shrugged his shoulders and looked away, dismissing her, and Ayame let out a relieved sigh, as she took up her customary place on the floor. He finished dressing new new shirt, and left the room. Oddly, Ayame felt bereft when he had gone.

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Ginkotsu carried the copper tub and set it in the corner of Bankotsu’s room, the girl whose locks matched the tub looked up at him with liquid green eyes, and Ginkotsu did not bother to reprimand her for looking him in the eye. He did not speak to her, and she kept her mouth shut, as was expected of her. (Some of you may be questioning why Bankotsu is taking a bath in the tub in his room rather than in the bath house, remember, the bath house is a communal place to bathe, therefore is not always as clean as one would hope. And it makes for interesting situations, ne?) The tub was filled with steaming water, and Ayame found herself once again alone in the room.

She did not have long to wait before Bankotsu entered. He glanced at the tub, satisfied that it was filled with steaming water, he motioned Ayame to him. She weighed her options, she could defy him by refusing to move to him or she could comply with his wishes. Each one had undesirable consequences. Was being punished worth it?

He looked at her impatiently. “What if I refuse?” she questioned quietly.

He let out a lazy grin that scared her witless.

Deciding that doing as he wished was better than the alternative, she walked over to him, her feet dragging behind her. He turned his back to her, and she helped him shrug out of his shirt. Next she assisted him with removing his pants, keeping her eyes averted away from his nether regions.

Fully naked, he slipped into the tub, letting out a sigh of contentment as the warm water covered him, up to his broad shoulders. His braid hung over the side of the tub, down to the floor.

Ayame stood beside the tub, never having assisted anyone in their bath before, not quite sure what to do with herself. His satiny smooth voice soothed across her jangled nerves, “Grab a cloth and wash my back.”

She quickly complied; glad to have something to do. She lathered the cloth up, and he leaned forward, the cloth danced across the muscles in his back, and her fingertips tingled from the contact. This man was like a drug, she only wanted more. Ayame paused in her ministrations, her eyes huge. What the hell was she thinking? The man was the enemy, he was all that she loathed! He glanced over his shoulder, and their eyes locked. Ayame quickly looked down, and resumed her washing.

Grabbing a small pail beside the tub, she rinsed the soap from his back, and he leaned back again. “Now my chest.”

Ayame gulped inaudibly, antherthered the cloth back up. He had his head resting back against the side of the tub, his eyes closed. The tub was large enough that he didn’t need to bend his knees up, and he was fully relaxed. Hesitantly, she beto wto work the soap into his chest, she could feel her body beginning to break out in a light sheen of sweat, and her nipples were hard, unfortunately for Ayame, she still had no clothing on to hide this fact.

She watched the emotions play across his face as she worked the cloth across his chest. She found the spots that he liked, and the right pressure. His grunt of contentment was all the assurance that she needed that she was reading him correctly.

She continued down one arm and than the other, his eyes opened languidly when she dumped water across his arms and chest to rinse him. The hot look in his eyes pinned her, and she felt shooting darts run through her whole body from just that look.

She set the pail down, and his arm snaked out around her, eliciting a startled gasp from her. He pulled her naked form into the tub with him. Setting her astride him, Ayame’s eyes were huge.

He sat up slightly, and his silky voice rasped out, “Wash my hair.” Ayame felt the words under her hands which were on his chest. She reached up, and took his braid in her hands, slowly, she unwound it, spreading it with her fingers, as she got up towards the top, she had to lean forward, and was embarrassed at pressing her breasts so close to his face.

She let out a low moan as his tongue flicked out across one pale peak. And she felt his chuckle rumble through him. Anger tinting her cheeks a rosy pink, she leaned over the side grabbing the rope handle on the bucket, in one swift motion, she filled it, and dumped it over his hair and face.

He sputtered in anger, and wiped the water from his face. His hands closed about her arms like steel bands, and he pulled her down to him, punishier ler lips with a brutal kiss. Ayame tried to fight, but could not escape, for all that she was demon and he was human.

She felt herself beginning to give in to him, his lips gentled on hers. And she let out another small gasp as his tongue traced along the seam of her lips. He took advantage of the opening, and slid his tongue into her mouth, shooting electricity through Ayame as his tongue touched hers.

Hesitantly, she brushed hers back across his, and his small groan was all she needed to know that he liked that. It was not so much a duel of tongues, as a dance, hers soft and gentle, his seeking, exploring.

Ayame melting into him as she felt his hand reach up, trailing softly up hebcagbcage; his grin was primitive, and he knew that she was his for the taking.

His hand cupped her full breast, and Ayame arched her back at the glorious feelings coursing through her body. Watching him with Kikyou was nothing compared to feeling these magic hands on her own body. And her secret heart of hearts had yearned so badly for his touch.

Ayame felt herself being lifted from the tub, as Bankotsu gently set her on her feet. He grabbed a cloth and quickly dried himself and then proceeded to dry her. She had never felt anything so sensual in her life. His lips touched every part of her that he dried. Her thigh, her stomach, her breast, her arm, her shoulder, her eye, her mouth.

He scooped her back into his arms, and carried her to the bed, placing her in the center. She reached her arms up, pulling him down to her for another kiss, and again their tongues danced, as his hand splayed across her body, roaming up her belly to her bre.
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She pushed her breast further into his hand as he tweaked her nipple, and rolled it back and forth between his fingers, sending white hot darts of desire flaming through her being. She threw her head back, and moaned in ecstasy, only to feel his mouth fasten on her other breast.

She could not contain her cries of pleasure as feeling coursed through her being. His hand released her breast, and roamed lower. She felt his hand trail down her ribcage, down her hip, her thigh,n ton to her knee, where he began a torturously slow path up her inner thigh. Ayame had to fight the urge to clamp her legs together, as his hand neared her most secret of places.

His fingers trailed across her nether hair, barely brushing her skin, as he trailed his fingers down the sensitive skin of the other thigh. Added to this, she could feel his hard length pushing into the outside of her leg, and his tongue was worshiping her breast. She had never felt anything like this in her life, and never wanted it to end.

His fingers were halfway back up her thigh now, and her legs fell farther open of their own accord. His mouth moved to her other breast, and she let out a renewed cry of pleasure. His fingers were almost at her core, and she didn’t think she could take anymore of his torture. She was restless on the bed, thrashing her head back and forth, her face flushed.

His fingers trailed the inside of her juncture between her thighs, not touching her core, and she felt like she would loose her mind, as they trailed back and forth against the sensitive skin. His mouth moved to her mouth, swallowing her moans and cries of pleasure.

“Open your eyes, pretty one,” he purred. Ayame opened her eyes, to look into his smoky depths, as his fingers found her core, and she screamed at the pure unbridled pleasure coursing through her, wave after wave as his finger was relentless on her.

She felt her body arching off the bed, as she got closer and closer to... she didn’t know what, but her cries became louder, and hoarser, tearing from her throat. He leaned over, and took her breast banto nto his mouth, he sucked hard on it, and Ayame felt it coming closer, closer. He bit her nipple and she screamed as camecame, heat and light radiating through her, that she was sure it was tangible.

He slid his length into her slowly, as she continued to climax and she had thought would surely die. She impaled her virginity upon him, as a strong wave of pleasure coursed through her, and she hardly even felt the pain.

She writhed under him, bucking up, to meet him. The pleasure began to subside a little, but with each thrust, she felt tingles trace through her body. She looked into his face, and she saw his beautiful eyes closed, as sweat broke out on his brow. She wrapped her arms around him, and threw her head back, as pleasure once again took control of her mind, leaving no room for rational thought.

She heard his throaty cry, and felt his hot seed fill her, seconds before she herself was carried over the edge again. Breathing heavily, he collapsed on top of her, and she welcomed the weight of him. Never in her life had she had such a mind blowing eiencience, and she did not know what the morrow would bring, but for right now, this man was hers.

He rolled onto his side, pulling her with him, and her lips sought his, he returned her kiss languidly. She wrapped her arms around him, and felt a blanket tucked around the two of them, as she drifted off to sleep.

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Hello all! I know it has been a long time since the last update. I have recently found a new series call Naruto, if you are able to dl, I highly recommend it! As always, please review! Hope you enjoyed the latest lemon! I will include review responses in my next chapter.